Disclaimer: I don't own anything except the arrangement of the words.
Author's Note: This is a very short little series. The entire thing will take place in about 10 hours or so.
"Never have I ever-" Mercedes pauses, to think. "Never have I ever stolen anything."
Kurt takes a small sip of his rum and coke. Puck takes a drink.
"I have to admit, it's starting to taste better," Kurt says, looking in his cup.
"That's cause you're buzzed," Brittany says, then adds, "What did you steal?"
"Just an ascot. I was 7 so I didn't get in much trouble," Kurt answers. Tina is on Mercedes left so she sets down her drink and crosses her right leg over her left.
"Never have I ever watched porn," she says. Puck takes a drink, smirking at Tina. Kurt hesitantly takes a sip and Mercedes and Puck burst out laughing.
"You watched porn?" Puck shouts, unable to contain his amusement.
"Just once and it was bad," Kurt whispers, his face flushing red with embarrassment.
"That's awesome," Puck says, shaking his head.
"That does not leave this room!" Kurt commands, standing up and pointing directly at Puck.
"What? I wouldn't dare tell anyone you jacked off to bad porn," Puck smirks.
"I never said I-"
"Of course you didn't," Puck says, winking at Kurt when he settles back on the couch.
"Never have I ever jacked off to porn," Kurt states, glaring at Puck. He raises his bottle as if toasting Kurt and takes a long swig of his beer. Kurt groans and turns to Brittany because it's her turn.
"Never have I ever watched a fashion show," Brittany says, her eyes drifting to a spot on the wall. Everyone else drinks. Even Puck.
"Never have I ever. . . eaten a whole roll of cookie dough," Puck says, putting up one finger and leaving the room. Everyone else drinks. Puck comes back from the kitchen with a roll of cookie dough. He fights to open it, but eventually tosses it across the circle to Kurt, who quickly opens it and hands it to Brittany.
"Never have I ever fantasized about the same sex," Mercedes says and Kurt throws a pillow at her, knowing she directed that question at him. Kurt, Tina and Brittany take innocent little sips of their drink. Then, to everyone's surprise, Puck takes a drink as well.
"HOLD UP!" Mercedes yells, turning to Puck. "Who?"
"Why should I tell you?" Puck asks, now red as a cherry.
"Cause if you don't, I'll hit you upside the head and tell your little football buddies what you really think about in the locker room-"
"Kurt," Puck murmurs under his breath. For a second, Mercedes can't believe her ears.
"Did you really just say Kurt?" Mercedes bursts.
"Why'd you say it so loud?" Puck shouts, glancing at Kurt who's staring in disbelief. "It was just once. When you were teaching us the Single Ladies dance. You were in your football uniform and your pants were all tight. . ." He drifts off, putting his face in his hands.
"I can't believe you said that," Kurt finally whispers, disrupting the awkward silence.
"You're telling me," Puck groans. "Moving on. Tina?"
"Oh, uh, yeah. Never have I ever had sex in my parent's bed," Tina says, glancing at Puck, who takes a drink. Brittany sips from her beer as well.
"Never have I ever had someone say they fantasized about me," Kurt smirks.
"Bottoms up," Puck says and takes a drink.
I promise they'll be drunk in the next chapter.